Sir Ares, Goodnight

"How can you be so impolite to your big sis, Jean Ares?" Rose asked spitefully.

Surprisingly, Jean smiled. "Oh? Aren't you a kind person, standing up for my oh-so-pitiful sister-in-law? It's not like I'm insulting her on purpose, though. Jay told me himself how crude and ignorant my sister in law is. She's a mere shallow and uneducated country girl. Right, Jay?"

Rose's expectant gaze fell on Jay as she stared at him with round eyes.

Jean stared at his brother, waiting for Jay to back him up.

Jay responded casually, "Your sister-in-law is kind, beautiful, and a pleasure to live with. It's not my fault you're too mean to say anything nice about other people." 1

Jean Ares,"..."

Rose Loyle,

Jean picked at his ears. "I'm sorry, come again? That's not what you said before, Jay. I'm pretty sure you called my big sis a stereotypical bimbo and something along the lines of how the only reason you married her was that she was easy to control and wouldn't create trouble..."

Jay's gaze was as sharp as a scalpel when it landed on Jean. It was as if he was about to skin him alive.

keep his mouth shut. "I never understood why a man as smart as you would settle for such a dumb woman, but I suppose it makes sense now. Like that, you'd be able to keep your wife while having mistresses on the side. What a brilliant plan,

knife and fork into the steak, Rose stood up wearing

left with a

you jealous of my big sis, pretty lady? You don't have to worry about her, considering how my brother would never bare his heart for my big sis if it's the last thing he does." Rose glared bitterly at Jean. "Do

shook

punch to Jean's

of fools," Rose stated

turned to complain to Jay," She hit me, Brother!

glass of milk elegantly. "Sucks to

brother, am I not? How could you let one of your side chicks hit me? Who's more important

"Her."

Jean was stunned.

room erupted again with Jean's miserably wailing. "Wow, okay. You've finally shown your

last night when you stole my man, and today, you're already fooling around with another woman. What a scandalous private life

hear

merely stated, "That was Rose Foyle, your